In concrete curves, a love untold,
The roundabout, a story unfolds.
Yielding signs, a silent ballet,
A patient dance, where cars all play.
No traffic lights, a timeless grace,
A circling path, a meeting space.
Merging lanes, a gentle flow,
Towards the center, hearts aglow.
Around the circle, love takes flight,
Headlights wink, beneath the night.
Exits beckon, some lead astray,
But in the loop, our hearts will stay.
Forever turning, a constant beat,
The roundabout, a love complete.
Each gentle yield, a tender vow,
In this concrete dance, stop somehow
Find solace in the swirling stream,
A love that flows, a tender dream.
So let us yield, and let us wait,
In this roundabout, sealed by fate.
Newnan Time with Harold 